Maid training

BDSM

Woman wearing a collar with attached chain
Aspects
B&D, B/D, or BD	Bondage and discipline
D&s, D/s, or Ds	Dominance and submission
S&M, S/M, or SM	Sadism and masochism
Roles
Top/​Dominant	partner who performs or controls the activity
Bottom/​Sub­missive	partner who receives or is controlled
Switch	switches between roles

A feminized male wearing a latex maid's uniform

Maid training may refer to training a maid for housework.

However, maid training may also refer to the fact that a man should act as a maid. The maid training can be a part of a feminization process in a BDSM roleplay.

In addition to female housework, the appropriate education plays an important role in both cases.

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Maid training is a form of roleplay that usually involves a male submissive taking the role of a maid to the female Domme.

This generally involves the submissive dressing in a maid outfit of varying styles. This may be a traditional maid outfit, a 'sissy maid' outfit (including miniskirt^[wipi], stockings^[wipi] and stilettos^[wipi]) or fetish clothing^[wipi] (such as 'rubber maid' outfits).

The activities in the session will typically involve what would be expected in genuine, traditional maid service, such as cleaning, cooking, washing or any other domestic chores.

The session will typically also involve training in deportment, performing curtseys and presenting oneself correctly. The Domme will often administer discipline for poor performance in training and tasks. This will tend to involve corporal punishment and humiliation but can sometimes involve anal punishment, bondage and confinement.

Maid training scenarios are often carried out by professional mistresses who specialise in the activity, due to the need for a lot of equipment, clothing and resources.

Maid uniform

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«The discomfort, the humiliation, the way you're made to fit into a role, that's so utterly unlike anything you'd choose for yourself. A good uniform does that. It transforms you, reshapes you, reminds you of exactly what you are. I used to think the school girl uniforms I designed for the women and sissies who attend this school were my masterworks. And indeed, they are among the greatest of my creations. But I now find that every new edition brings a unique challenge. And when it comes to you maids. Oh yes, where maids are concerned, I get to do whatever I want. Now, the workshop. Yes, yes. It may look like chaos to you, but everything is precisely where it belongs. Every bolt of fabric, every spool of thread, every lace trim has its purpose. I know exactly where to find everything I need. I've been doing this far longer than you've been alive. And let me tell you, there's a certain pleasure in watching someone like you stand there, nervous, knowing what's coming, but powerless to stop it. Even some of the governesses here think I'm a little, well, touched in the mind. I know all the girls definitely do. But when you do the kind of work I do, you're never insane, merely eccentric. You'll be in pastels, of course, soft pinks, maybe lavender, perhaps a little baby blue if I'm feeling indulgent, but always frills, endless frills, ribbons, bows, lace. Everything designed to be as impractical and ridiculous as possible. The more you hate it, the better it works. That's how a maid's uniform is supposed to be. Every time you look at yourself in the mirror, every time you catch a glimpse of a ribbon, or feel the tightness of a corset, you'll be reminded of your place. And that, my dear, is the point. Oh! And let's not forget the skirt. Short, of course. Short enough that you'll have to be very, very careful not to show off more than you should. But, of course, we'll make sure even what's under your skirt is appropriate. Frilled knickers. Darling, it wouldn't do for you to be anything less than perfectly dressed, even in the most embarrassing ways. Stockings, naturally, with garters to hold them in place. No maid should be without those. Now, don't be too stiff. I know you're nervous, but you'll adjust. They all do. You'll learn to move just the right way in your uniform to glide instead of clumsily stumble about. Every inch of your uniform will be designed to restrict you just enough, to remind you to be delicate, graceful. You might not like it, but you'll learn. I take great pride in this work. You see, it's not just about making you look ridiculous. It's about the transformation, the discipline that comes with wearing something like this. It forces you to carry yourself differently, to think differently. Every bow, every bit of lace is a lesson. And you are my newest project. It won't matter that you're only here a short while. When I'm finished with you, you'll look every bit the perfect little maid. Ah! You know, I've worked with the best, the very best models from Paris, Milan, New York. Each one more glamorous and more insufferable than the last. Oh, the egos I had to deal with. Designers who thought they knew everything, strutting around like gods. And the models. Don't even get me started. The moment they put on one of my creations, suddenly they believed the outfit was theirs. Like they could change a stitch or refuse a certain look. Can you imagine? I'd spend weeks, sometimes months, crafting a masterpiece and some wafer thin model with a pouty face would dare to suggest a revision. A revision to my work. The audacity of it still makes me shiver. But I played the game. You had to, if you wanted to to stay at the top. But here, ah, here it's different. At Saint Agnes I have absolute control. There's no room for egos here. Every stitch is mine. Every frill, every ribbon placed exactly where I want it. And no one questions me. No one tells me what they will or won't wear. Do you know why? Because here, if one of my little models refuses to cooperate, I have the power to ensure they reconsider. That's the beauty of this place. If a maid or a girl dares to protest, I can simply send them for a little lesson in obedience. Corporal punishment is a very effective motivator. Wouldn't you say? A few strokes of the cane and suddenly they're much more willing to wear whatever I dress them in. Oh, I've only had to use that particular threat a few times. Most of them understand quite quickly that resistance is futile. They see reason. They realize that I know what's best for them, and they cooperate. And I trust, you will too. There's no point in resisting. You'll wear exactly what I designed for you, and you'll wear it beautifully. If you don't, well, let's just say the cane here isn't a mere threat. But I don't think it'll come to that. No, no. You're already a good girl. I can tell. You'll see the wisdom in accepting your role, just like all the the others. They all do in the end. So, let's get started, shall we? We have so much to create. And you'll soon see what a joy it is to be part of my world, even if you don't enjoy the wearing of it. Now then, let's begin, shall we? Before we dress you, let me go through all the things we'll need to design and try on you. Oh, the sketches I've been making for days. Ever since I was first told of how deeply wifey wants you to be humiliated. The more my creative gears have turned. The first thing we'll need, is your foundation. Every uniform starts with the undergarments, proper undergarments. Every layer counts. Every piece is vital to your transformation. Let's start with the knickers, shall we? You'll be in frilled bloomers, of course. Soft pastel pink with lace trim, delightfully humiliating, wouldn't you say? The frills aren't just for show. No. They're meant to remind you of your place every time you feel them brush against your skin. They're a constant physical reminder that you are dressed to serve. Dressed to be seen. It's all part of the experience. Next stockings. You'll be in white, of course, and sheer delicate, yet firm enough to hug your legs just right. We'll use garters to hold them in place. Naturally, no maid should ever be seen tugging at their stockings, or, heaven forbid, having them slide down. That simply wouldn't do. The garters, you see, are a little restrictive on purpose. They pull the stockings tight enough that you'll always be aware of them. It's part of the discipline. Really. Every little discomfort is designed to remind you of your role: Graceful. Obedient. Always presentable. After that? The petticoat! Yes. Layers of soft tulle. You'll feel it billowing underneath your dress, keeping the skirt full and exaggerated. It creates that delightful puffed out silhouette. Feminine, childlike and just on the edge of absurdity. But that's what makes it perfect, doesn't it? You won't be able to forget how you look for even a second. Every swish, every movement the petticoat, will rustle and remind you of the frills, the bows, the extravagance of it all. Oh, and you'll want to move carefully. No sudden gestures. No wild steps. The petticoat demands grace. And you'll learn to give it. Ah! And the corset! I know, what you're thinking. A corset? Yes, dear, a corset! It's a bit of an oldfashioned touch, but essential for a maid. This isn't just about creating a tiny waste, though. That's certainly part of the appeal. No, the corset is about control. You'll feel its tightness with every breath, every movement reminding you that your body is no longer entirely your own. It keeps you upright, keeps you composed, keeps you in check. Once laced in, there's no slouching, no bending carelessly. You'll hold yourself with the kind of poise and discipline befitting a maid of Saint Agnes. The more you struggle, the more it holds you guiding you into the perfect posture. Whether you like it or not. And I'm quite sure you'll feel that control, won't you? Now for the main event. The dress itself. Ah! This is my favorite part. you'll be in soft powder blue, I think. Something delicate, something sweet. The bodice will be tight. Of course. It must be with puffed sleeves, that will sit just so on your shoulders. Frilled at the cuffs, naturally, and adorned with little bows. Because what maid uniform is complete without an excessive number of bows. The skirt will flare out from your waist in that delightfully exaggerated way. Thanks to the petticoat, and it'll fall just short of the knee. Short enough to be cheeky, but not so short that we're indecent. That's an important balance, you see. Humiliating, yes, but always proper. And of course the apron. No maid is complete without one. Yours will be starched to perfection, tied tightly at the waist with an oversized bow at the back. Crisp white, frilled along the edges, and trimmed with lace, naturally. It must be spotless at all times. Just one little stain or crease, and you'll be in trouble. The apron is a symbol of your service, after all. It must be pristine, just like you will be. Oh, and finally the cap. Yes, a little frilled cap, perched right on top of your head like a doll. I t's a sweet touch, don't you think? A finishing detail, as if to say: here is my masterpiece. You'll wear it proudly, whether you like it or not. You see, every part of this uniform is a reminder of what you are: a servant, yes, but a beautiful one. Dressed for a role you cannot escape. It's all part of the transformation. By the time I'm done with you, you'll not only look the parts, but you'll feel it. Every bow, every frill, every lace trim is designed to keep you in line, to remind you of your place. Now, step into the bloomers and let's begin your dressing. You're in my world now, and we do things my way here. I promise by the time we're finished, you'll fit your new role perfectly. You might even come to appreciate the craftsmanship, though, whether you enjoy it or not is entirely beside the point. Now let's really have some fun, shall we? The basics are all well and good, but the accessories. Oh, the accessories! That's where the real artistry happens. It's like like painting with ribbons and lace. I do hope you're ready for the transformation to truly begin. The uniform itself may make you look like the perfect little maid, but the details, the frills. They'll turn you into a work of art, my art. Let's start with a lovely little collar, shall we? No maid is complete without one. Ah, yes! A lace choker with a dainty satin bow right at the center. Isn't it, darling? Ties up just a bit tight, doesn't it? That's intentional, dear. Just a slight pressure around your neck to remind you where you belong. It's sweet, it's delicate. But it's also a leash in disguise. Wouldn't you say? Every time you look in the mirror, you'll see that bow resting at your throat, and know exactly who you are: my creation, my little maid. Now for the wrists. No bare arms for you, darling. We'll wrap them up nicely in these lace cuffs. See how they flare out with just the right amount of ruffle at the ends? White lace, of course, and tied with satin ribbons. I'm sure you'll come to love the feel of those ribbons against your wrists. They dangle just so, swishing with every movement. Little flourishes like this. They're meant to be noticed. Every step you take, every gesture; the ribbons will remind you to move gracefully with purpose. It's all part of your training. You see, when you're wrapped in this much finery, you have no choice but to act the part And believe me, if you don't, someone will notice, and that could lead to a very unpleasant visit to the discipline room. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's add a few more delightful touches, shall we? These bows? Yes. These oversized satin bows will sit perfectly at top your shoes. Do you see how absurdly large they are? That's the point, dear. They'll bounce with every step, drawing the eye right to your feet. It's as if to say, look at me. I'm a doll made for display. And speaking of shoes, how could I forget? You'll be in the sweetest little patent leather. Mary Jane's[wp], of course. Shiny, polished to perfection. A delicate click with every step you take. But don't worry. I won't let you get too comfortable. The heel is modest. After all, you're still in training. But high enough that you'll feel just a bit off balance. That's right, dear. You'll need to mind your footing at all times. It adds to the overall effect of fragility. Don't you think? Delicate, obedient, and just a little uncertain. Exactly as you should be. Ah, and now for the pièce de résistance. The bows in your hair will gather those sweet little locks of yours into pigtails. Yes. I think pigtails will suit you just perfectly. And into each pigtail we'll tie these truly enormous bows. The softest pastel pink, of course. Isn't it deliciously humiliating? They're so large, they practically scream for attention. Every time you turn your head, they'll flutter, bouncing along as if they have a life of their own. You'll look just like a darling little porcelain doll. And everyone will know it. And the best part? You won't be able to forget them for a second. Not with how they'll tug at your hair and brush against your shoulders. Constant reminders of your delicate, frilly fate. Oh, I'm not done yet. No, no. We've only scratched the surface of accessorizing. Let's add a sash around your waist. Tied in another ridiculously oversized bow at the back. See how it cinches you even tighter. It adds just a little more pressure around that already snug corset, doesn't it? Perfect. The bow will swish and sway behind you making sure everyone sees how tightly you're bound in your role as a maid. And the finishing touch. Oh yes, darling. We're not forgetting this. A little lace trimmed handkerchief tucked right into your apron pocket. You won't be using it, of course. Heavens, no. It's purely decorative. Another frilly little detail to complete the look. But it serves its purpose. Every time you glance down, every time you catch a glimpse of that dainty little accessory, you'll know that you've been wrapped, tied and adorned, exactly as I intended. Every detail, every frill, is a reflection of my vision. There. Look at you now! Doesn't that feel better? Doesn't the weight of all these frills and bows just settle into your very being? You're a masterpiece now. Dressed exactly as you were meant to be. A maid, dressed to serve, to obey, to be seen and every accessory, every humiliating little touch is a reminder that you are mine; mine to design, mine to create. Now, the moment of truth. Let's bring you over to the mirror, shall we? Oh, don't be shy, dear. I promise you're going to love what you see. Or at least I will. And isn't that the important part? Step right here. Yes, yes. Just like that. Now take a look. Voila. Isn't it simply marvelous? Just look at you, standing there like the perfect little maid. The bloomers, the petticoat, the lace the bows: it's all come together exactly as I envisioned. Oh, I must say, I've truly outdone myself this time. Look at the way the skirt puffs out. Just enough to give you that delightfully exaggerated shape. The frills practically float with every move you make. And those bows? Aren't they just darling? So large, so undeniable present. It's impossible not to notice them swaying on your shoes, in your hair, at your waist. Every part of you from head to toe is wrapped in femininity, in frills, in ... Well let's call it a certain kind of charm, shall we? Look at the ribbons, how they flutter and dangle from your wrists. Catching the light just so. And that apron, crisp, starched and tied in that enormous bow at the back. You're a vision of sweet, girlish servitude, my dear. A walking masterpiece of pastel humiliation. Aren't you just precious? Oh, and the hair bows. How they crown you sitting at top those perfectly pleated pigtails. See how they catch the eye, practically begging for attention? No one will be able to look at you without noticing the effort I've put into this ensemble. You'll feel every tug of those ribbons with each step you take. A little reminder of your role, your place, your refinement. And do you see? The corset, the stockings, the heels. They hold you in place, keep you standing tall and proper, whether you like it or not. I've shaped you quite literally into the very image of what a maid should be. Ridiculous, you say? Perhaps, but it's perfection, my perfection. You are exactly what I wanted you to be. Oh, don't sulk, dear. I know it's overwhelming, isn't it? To see yourself like this, so transformed, so utterly unlike the person you thought you were. But in time, you'll come to appreciate the craftsmanship, the attention to detail. You'll come to understand that this isn't just a uniform. It's a statement, a work of art. And the best part? You're wearing it. You're living it there now. Isn't it lovely? You can turn around if you like. Go on. Give yourself a little twirl. Feel the weight of the petticoat, the bounce of those ribbons and bows. Every movement you make is deliberate now. Controlled by the very fabric that envelops you. It's a kind of magic, really. You may look ridiculous to the outside world, my dear maid, but here. Here you're perfect. And that's what matters, isn't it? I've made you into exactly what you're meant to be. I couldn't be more pleased with the results. And soon enough, dear, you'll see it too. Ah. There we are. My work here is complete. Just look at you. Every bow, every frill, every stitch is exactly as it should be. You're a vision of obedience, dressed to perfection. And I must say, I'm quite proud of the final result. But now, a word of advice, my dear. This uniform, my uniform, is not to be sullied or damaged. It's more than just fabric. It's a symbol of your role here. The governesses won't take kindly to a maid who dares to dirty or harm her uniform. And trust me, they impose discipline far more harshly than I do when my work is disrespected. Now, then, I understand you've received your full orientation, your medical examination, and of course, your chastity device. An important part of ensuring you remain focused on your duties, wouldn't you say? And now, fully uniformed and properly dressed, you're ready for your true role here.» - Reformatory for Sissies and Wayward Girls

See also

• Feminization (BDSM)
• Sissy training
• French maid

This article based on an article Maid training from Kinkipedia on 20 Jan 2013.

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